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I was born in Georgia 47 years ago. My mother divorced my dad when I was two then moved my brother and I to Arizona to live with an Evil stepfather for 16 years.
When I was a little girl the pictures show a happy smiling two year old but even then I was chubby. Once in Arizona I remained chubby until my teenage years when the stress of living with Evil caused me to trade eating for drinking and smoking. Mom finally had enough of Evil she divorced him and we moved back to Georgia to live with my Granny.
Things were great, I was thin, popular and happy for a couple of years. It was around this time that I met my husband to be. Mom hated him, so one night when she was out with her new man I packed my stuff and moved in with my future. We had to wait a year to get married because Mom would not sign for me. So one week after graduating high school I got married.
I was so happy and it was not long we decided to start our family. My husband is 7 years older than I and we wanted to be able to enjoy our children and still be young enough to enjoy each other when our children graduated high school. I did not get pregnant as easily as we hoped and we had to see a fertility specialist. The specialist said all was okay but I needed help in the ovulating department. I was perscribed a fertility drug and three months later I was pregnant, we were both so excited. We settled in to my pregnancy and awaited the arrival of our first son. At 8 1/2 months I started having trouble, gaining alot of weight fast and my blood pressure went through the roof. My doctor decided I would have to be induced because the baby and I were in trouble. Our son was delivered in the early afternoon and there were problems right from the beginning. He did not want to breathe they took him up to clean him up and assess him then he started having seizures. A number of tests were run the doctors said that his brain did not form correctly and he would probably not make it very long. He stayed in the hospital for 5 weeks and passed away quietly while sleeping. I became very depressed and blamed myself, even though I did not so much as take an aspirin while I was pregnant. My husband and I were sent to see a genetic specialist. We were told that we both have a recessive gene and the odds of two people with this trait getting together is one in 100, 000. We were also told that if we had more children that they would have a one in four chance of having the same defect as our first son. I was so upset that I did not move from my house for months and ate myself up to 160 lbs.
We decided to try and have another child, so I went back on the fertility drug and again I got pregnant. Everything went well and I delivered a healthy girl in 1981. I did not bother losing any weight prior to becoming pregnant, so after my daughter I was up to 185. When my daughter was 14 months old I found out I was pregnant again. What a great suprise, no fertility drugs were used. After our son was born my weight was 230.
After our children were born my weight has been up and down more times than I can remember. I have lost as much as 70 lbs only to put twice as much back on. I have been on so many diets, belonged to so many gyms only to end up at this time in my life at over 300 lbs.
I never want to diet again....
